Richest Mogul

Chapter 1945

Vivian immediately shut her eyes, but the dust still got in. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to adjust.

Then, through the moonlight, she saw several horses come to a stop in front of the government office.

A few figures dismounted from the horses. And among them-one silhouette was unmistakably familiar.

She shot up to her feet. Without hesitation, she ran toward them, her voice ringing through the night-"Manfred! Manfred! Manfred!"

Her voice was hoarse, almost breaking, terrified that he couldn't hear her.

Even the guards at the gate turned their heads.

Against the deathly silence of the night, her desperate shouts cut through like a knife.

Manfred was just about to step over the threshold-but he froze. His back went rigid.

After a whole night of hallucinations, he could no longer tell-was this real? Or another illusion?

"Who dares to call Mr. Atkinson by name?! Such audacity!" A guard scowled.

Kemp was also stunned for a moment before snapping back to his senses. "Some troublemaker. You-go stop her."

"Yes, sir!" Several guards immediately moved forward.

Manfred, still tense, slowly turned around. His gaze landed on Vivian, who was struggling against the guards.

Vivian looked at the soldiers blocking her

she

him from view, and she had no idea if he had stopped or

think a beggar like you can meet Mr. Atkinson? Get lost before we make

does that

a gust of

react-a figure

an eye, the guard blocking Vivian was

in the next moment, she was pulled into

scene

closer look at

"Miss... Ms. Martin?"

at the familiar yet unfamiliar face before

the cold,

wall,

Fed's arms were

some reason, a waarmet

And

surged in her chest.

hard to find you this

remained stiff,

longed fore like